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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.