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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.