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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.