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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.