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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Selecter to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.