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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.