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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.