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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.