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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.