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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.