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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.