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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.