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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.