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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Darondo to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.