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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.