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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.