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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.