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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.