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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.