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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.