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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.