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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Last Poets to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.