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 Angola and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smiths to the techno 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.