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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the disco 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.