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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.