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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.