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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.