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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Hot Snakes 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.