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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.