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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.