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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Standells to the disco 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.