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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
The Index,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.