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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.