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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.