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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall 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?
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.