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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire 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?
Parry Music,
The Names,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.