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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Delta 5,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Organ,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.