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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.