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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.