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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.