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 Iraq and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 The Motions to the rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.