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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.