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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Slave,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.