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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.