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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.