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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.