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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Associates 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
June Days,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.