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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Symarip,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.