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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.