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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
The Move,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.