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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Al Stewart to the rock 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.