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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.