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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.