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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.