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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.