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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.