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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.