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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.