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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.