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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne 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?
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.