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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.