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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.