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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.