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 Suriname 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.