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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.