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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.