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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Skatalites 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Gong,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.