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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Interpol to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.