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 Mauritania 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.