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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.