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 Ghana 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
JFA,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.