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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.