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 India 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Brick,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Technova,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.