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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.