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 Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
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.