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 Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.