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 Antigua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.