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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.