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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Gong,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.