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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.