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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.