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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.