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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Television Personalities 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Smog,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.