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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
DNA,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.