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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.