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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
X-101,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.