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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
The Wake,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.