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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.