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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
UT,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.