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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.