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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Enemy to the techno 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.