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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics 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?
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Smog,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.