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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
This Heat,
DNA,
Whodini,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
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.