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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.