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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.