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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.