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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 The New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.