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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Kayak,
the Swans,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.