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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rapeman 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Roxette,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.