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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Scion,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
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.