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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.