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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.