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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.