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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
the Association,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.