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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.