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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.