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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.