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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.