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 Somalia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.