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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.