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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Metal Thangz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.