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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.