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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator 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?
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.