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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.