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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.