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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
UT,
Technova,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.