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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.