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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Mars,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.