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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.