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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.