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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 The Last Poets to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.