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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.