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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.