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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.