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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.