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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.