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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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?
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Little Man,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.