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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Lalann,
MDC,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.