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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Can,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
X-101,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.