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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.