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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.