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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.