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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Make Up,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.