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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.