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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.