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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.