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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.