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 Egypt and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.