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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.