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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.