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 Japan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.