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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.