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 Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.