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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.