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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.