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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hill. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.