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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the disco 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.