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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.