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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.