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 Cameroon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.