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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Suicide to the techno 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.