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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Monks,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.