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 Palau and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.