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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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?
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.