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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Neu! to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.