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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.