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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.