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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.