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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the rap 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.