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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.