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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.