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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Names to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.