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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.