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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hoover to the rap 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.