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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Faust,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.