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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.