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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Metal Thangz to the grime 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.