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 Liechtenstein 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.