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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
This Heat,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.