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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.