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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
PIL,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.