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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.