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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
10cc,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.