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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.