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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.