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 Norway and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.