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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.