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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.