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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.