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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hashim to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.