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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.