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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.