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 Angola and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.