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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Laurel Aitken 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.