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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.