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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.