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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
the Association,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.