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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Franke,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.