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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.