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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.