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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.