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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare 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?
The Kinks,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.