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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.