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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.