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 Switzerland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
AZ,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.