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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.