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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.