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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 The Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.