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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.