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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.