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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.