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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.