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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Nico,
Ten City,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.