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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mojo Men to the grunge 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.