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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
AZ,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.