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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.