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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.