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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.