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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buckinghams to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Scion,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.