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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.