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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.