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 Mozambique 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Busters 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
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.