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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.