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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.