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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.