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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.