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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.