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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 güiro 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.