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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.