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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.