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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.