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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.