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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.