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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Quadrant to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.