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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Move,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.