Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.