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 Malta and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.