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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 Mumbai 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 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.