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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
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.