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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.