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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.