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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.