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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.