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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man 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.