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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
AZ,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.