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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.