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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
JFA,
Skarface,
Mars,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Smog,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.