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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Visage,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
The Doors,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.