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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Smoke to the punk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.