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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Martian to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Visage,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.