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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Ludus,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Skriet,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.