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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.