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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.