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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.