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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gap Band to the crunk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.