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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Happenings to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Zapp 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.