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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.