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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.