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 Tajikistan 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.