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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Excepter,
Little Man,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.