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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.