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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the techno 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.