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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.