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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.