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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.