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 Guatemala and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.