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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.