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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Technova,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.