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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.