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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
UT,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.