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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Monks,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.