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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.