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 Vietnam 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Godley & Creme to the techno 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.