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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Martian to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.