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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Amazonics to the dance 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.