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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Sparks,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.