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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.