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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.