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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.