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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.