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 Greece and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.