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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.