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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.