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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.