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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
The Martian,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.