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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.