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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.