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 Cuba and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.