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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.