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 Iran and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.