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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
New Order,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.