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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scion to the funk 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.