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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.