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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Little Man to the crunk 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed 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?
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.