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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Liliput,
Swans,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.