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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.