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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.