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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.