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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.