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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.