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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.