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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One 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?
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.