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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.