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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 guitar and an organ 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
UT,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
PIL,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.