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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
The Move,
Skriet,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.