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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.