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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.