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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.