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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.