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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Raincoats to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.