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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gap Band 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.