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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.