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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.