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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.