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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.