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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.