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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.