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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.