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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.