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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.