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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
The Names,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.