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 Congo 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Faust,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.