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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.