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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Television,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.