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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.