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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.