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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.