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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Japan,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Index,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.