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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the jazz 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.