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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
The Martian,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.