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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the disco 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.