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 New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.