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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Wire,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.