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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
MC5,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.