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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.