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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.