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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.