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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.