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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Cluster 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.