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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.