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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.