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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.