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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.