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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.