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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
New Order,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.