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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 China Crisis to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.