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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.