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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.