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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.