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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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?
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.