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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.