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 Jamaica 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 London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Star Department 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
UT,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Television,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.