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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.