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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.