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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Anakelly,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.