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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Nas,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.