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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Ten City,
New Order,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.