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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Index,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.