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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.