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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.