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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.