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 Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.