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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.