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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.