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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.