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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Inner City,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.