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 Palau and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.