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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Audionom to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
New Order,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.