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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Loose Ends 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 808 and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.