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 Liberia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.