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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Negative Approach to the jazz 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.