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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.