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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.