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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Can,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.