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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.