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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Newcleus to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.