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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
PIL,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.