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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
John Cale,
DNA,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.