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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.