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 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Oneida,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.