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 United States and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.