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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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.