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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.