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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.