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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.