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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.