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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.