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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ponytail 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Television,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.