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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Technova,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.