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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tres Demented to the funk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
The Index,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.