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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
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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.