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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.