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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.