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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.