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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.