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 Monaco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fire Engines to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.