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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.