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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.