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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 New York and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
10cc,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.