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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.