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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.