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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.