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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.