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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.