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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.