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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.