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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.