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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Mandrill 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
UT,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Liliput,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.