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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.