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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Buckinghams to the punk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Nico,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Japan,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.