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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.