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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.