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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Nico,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.