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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Wings,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Gong,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.