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 Laos and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.