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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Pole,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
ABC,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.