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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.