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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Magma to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.