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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most 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?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.