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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.