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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.