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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.