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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
New Order,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.