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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.