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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.