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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Schoolly D to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.