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 Turkey and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 the Germs to the disco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.