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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.