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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Smog,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.