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 Lebanon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.