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 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.