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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.