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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Nirvana to the grunge 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
The Martian,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.