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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.