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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.