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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.