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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.