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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Invisible to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.