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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.