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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Shoche,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.