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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Skaos,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.