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 Syria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.