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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Japan to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.