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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Amon Düül II to the disco 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
CMW,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.