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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.