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 Syria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.