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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.