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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.