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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.