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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.