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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.