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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.