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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.