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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the techno 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.