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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
the Association,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.