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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 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 Average White Band to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars 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?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.