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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.