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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 marimba 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 dance 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.