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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.