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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.