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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.