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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 L. Decosne to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.