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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Mars,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.