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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.