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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zeros to the grime 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.