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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.