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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.