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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.