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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.