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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.