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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.