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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.