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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.