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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.