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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
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 Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.