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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.