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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Swans,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.