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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Section 25,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.