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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.