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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Neil Young to the grime 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.