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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.