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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Searchers to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.