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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.