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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.