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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.