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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.