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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.