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 Hungary 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.