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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Music Machine,
The Move,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
The Names,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.