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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mantronix to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.