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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.