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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.