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 Belarus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.