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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Sun Ra to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Motorama,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.