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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.