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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.