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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen 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 funk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
World's Most,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.