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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.