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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.