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 Jordan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Quantec,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.