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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.