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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Josef K,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.