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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.