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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.