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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.