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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Index,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.