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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.