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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.