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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.