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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.