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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Judy Mowatt to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Oblivians,
UT,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.