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 Norway and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.