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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
10cc,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.