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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dark Day to the grime 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.