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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Schoolly D to the jazz 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.