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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.