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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.