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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
DNA,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.