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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.