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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.