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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
MC5,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.