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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.